Bayou Blood Brothers by Rebecca York, Metsy Hingle, and Joanna Wayne
Why can’t this be about boinking brothers?
Why can’t this be about boinking brothers?
This one is more of a mumbo-jumbo hippy woo-woo treatise than anything else.
You need coffee, alright, because the music won’t keep you awake.
The lunatics in Lot 7B are totally big fat F material.
This is so gross, degrading, and reliant on the assumption that a woman will love a man, no matter what an ass he is, just because.
This book is a sad mess, and it’s a shame.
This is what happens when people take a ham like Hannibal Lecter too seriously.
This one is too wild for my brain.
Pregnancy drama is the most toxic of kind after all.
Pair an asshole and a pushover together and I get fireworks in my blood pressure,